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(this is from a little while ago, and i was impressed that i had momentarily regained my power over words.)

A little demon lurks
within the dark spaces
of my vast thoughts and works.
In the dark she paces
waiting to devour
my vunerable mind;
overwhelming power
filled by darkness and grime.
Is there no cage,
in which i could trap her?
Is there no page,
On which i could slap her?
I long to be free
of this monstrous hate
but she invades all parts
of my dreams and plans,
and as i try
to tame the evil beast,
she pulls me down;
leaving me in defeat.
All alone i struggle
because when i look
for a helping hand
those i reach for
are already gone
thinking that they help
by lettting me fend away
the demons on my own.